Eight ancient poems of the twilight of the year: the age of Mo Jingmai group of light, and the long rope tied to the day
Another year is coming, another year is coming. The Lunar New Year has been a day since ancient times to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new.
Age, the ancient is the name of Jupiter, called the year star, twelve times in the sky the trajectory changes into a large cycle, one year is one year. The earliest Xia Dynasty was thus fixed.
The Zhou Dynasty began with the eleventh month of the lunar calendar, which is the beginning of the year, and also according to the changes of Jupiter.
However, in the Han Dynasty, it began with the first day of the first lunar month, and the lunar calendar has been used for more than 2,000 years.
Age is the artificial division and recording of time, full of human wisdom to conquer nature.
"The years are gone. And the grass is not a grain.
What a coincidence. The years are cold.
And the service does not stop. It's like that. "Pre-Qin Yanzi Mo Ge ("Poetry" as a song of qi servants. Pre-Qin ·
Yan Zi in the Spring and Autumn Period was the physician of the State of Qi, and at the end of the year, the King of Qi gave a feast and celebrated that his palace architecture was progressing well.
After three rounds of drinking, Yan Zi danced with joy, and he sang the folk songs in the mouth of the servants.
It's the end of the year again, and the seedlings have not yet been harvested and planted. What should we do?
Another year of cold has come, and we can't go home from the hard labor here, and our hearts are sad.
Yan Zi sang three times, this is the first minister to speak for migrant workers. King Qi listened, suddenly understood what was going on, and stopped building the palace.
Then the twilight here obviously refers to the tenth month of the lunar calendar, the field is the harvest season, can not let the grain rot in the ground, the cold winter is coming. The King of Qi was afraid and worried about the instability of his rule. The people regard food as the sky, and we must not cut off the people's way of life.
The first month of the Han Dynasty was the beginning of the year, and naturally December was the end of the year and the twilight of the year.
The year is coming to an end, there are celebrations and laughter, and naturally there will be sad depressions because of the cold weather. Especially the door of the nobility. These people were separated from the land because of the population growth, and they relied on studying to become the staff of the nobility, and they often clinged to their masters to survive and have a future. There are rich and poor, but there is one thing in common, that is, leaving home, and there are not too many choices and calmness.
"Twilight doesn't talk to herself, and the cockroach chirps.
Rolling, mountain bending, heart drowning panic. Han · Huainan Hill "Recruiting Hermits"
It was the twilight of another year, and the masters went deep into the mountains to explore and hunt, and these people were stranded. If the owners don't come back or have an accident, what awaits them is another arduous search for work.
I know that these princes and grandchildren are not the sustenance of life and emotions, but what can I do? When you think of the deep mountains, the wolf, tiger, and leopard may devour the master, and the inner troubles have already arisen, making people sit still and feel confused.
The inner sense of wandering in these wanderers is extremely clear in other places, in the anxiety under the fence.
And this also became the beginning of the nostalgic poem of the twilight.
Except for the dim-witted aristocrats who do not eat meat and the naïve children who do not understand the world, every year is about to pass, and that kind of realistic worry will remain in the hearts of ordinary people, deep or shallow.
"The clouds are cold, and the slugs are mournful."
The cool breeze rate has been strong, and the wanderer is cold and unclothed.
Squint with suitability, leading to distant hope.
Leaning on sentimentality, drooling and staining his eyes. "Nineteen Ancient Poems of the Han Dynasty
The last years of the Han Dynasty were an era of war and displacement, with a sharp decline in population and a collapse of prosperity. Those wanderers who went out to survive could not return to their hometowns, and even the winter clothes on their bodies could only be left behind, or even not.
Another year is about to pass, and the snow clouds in the sky are thick with cold air. The place where one can shelter is certainly not the ornate house, the weed shack, the scrawled firewood door, the audible winter worms in the grass, and the final cry of sorrow.
The cold wind has become more and more severe, but he is still single-clothed, expecting a friend to see him, stretching his neck, so what.
His friends were rarely rich, more like him, or dead.
This is not unusual, the population of the Han Dynasty reached more than 60 million at its peak, and in the early years of the Jin Dynasty, it plummeted to less than 20 million. The disappearance of so many people is a secondary disaster brought about by war and war, starvation, disease, frostbite, and how sad and short life is.
"The East City is tall and long, and it belongs to itself.
The wind is blowing, and the autumn grass is green.
Four o'clock more changes, the twilight of the year is how fast!
The morning wind is bitter, and the crickets are cramped. "An excerpt from the nineteen ancient poems "The East City Is Tall and Long"
Also in this period at the end of the Han Dynasty, a wanderer stranded in a northern city, with no money to return to his hometown, stood on the city tower of his hometown and looked out.
The lonely and tall winter city walls, outside the wilderness north wind, autumn grass is green, but also hints at the deserted graves in this area.
The four seasons are such a ruthless change, the time is so rapid, the more you reach the end of the year, the more you can feel the shortness and impermanence of life.
Since then, twilight has become a term with special meaning for people to lament life and flow years.
At the end of the year, when the year is about to come to a deep end, itself carries a desolate twilight. The same is probably true of life.
Twilight represents not only the end of the year, but also the exhaust of the years of life.
And later poems, in order to avoid the sad word of the year twilight, used the late year, the remnant, the broken winter, the late winter to replace this stage of the four seasons,
Then the poems that mark the twilight of the year are often focused on the feelings of life at the end of the year, and the years pass.
"Years of Mo Jingmai group of light, Ande long rope tied to the day" Western Jin · Fu Xuan's Nine Songs
A poem, or more sentences, but after the burial of time and years, only this one sentence remains.
Li Shangyin's famous poem of the years " has never been tied to a long rope, and the water has gone to the clouds and hated it" comes from here.
This verse needs to be interpreted in detail.
Nian Mo is the twilight of the year, you see that Mo is the sunset grass, that is, dusk. Years are the twilight of a year.
What does Jingmai mean? Scenery is daylight, which means sun shadow. Ancient sundials measure the shadow of the sun shining on the column falling. This shadow is constantly changing, showing the sun's trajectory and the passage of time.
The rapid change of the sun shadow, there must be a sense of rapid psychological change here.
At the end of the year, I felt that time was really running, and the light of the sun dimmed on all things.
How can there be a long rope to bind the sun, do not let it walk.
This is the sense of the passing of the desolate years, and in the lively end of the year, it is even more clear in the rush.
Because after a year, people are one year older. Approaching death, time is irretrievable.
After reading this meaning, and then looking at Li Shangyin's poem "A cup of spring dew is as cold as ice", is there another sense of sadness. After the year has passed, it is spring, but for people who are sensitive to the passage of life, such a spring, no matter how beautiful, is like ice that passes life and temperature.
"The miserable twilight wind, the wind through the day and snow."
There is no sound in the ear, and it is clean in the eyes.
The strength invaded the sleeves, and the scoop was set up repeatedly.
Xiao Suo was empty, and there was nothing to please!
Through a thousand years of books, I have seen the relics of the martyrs from time to time.
High exercise is not to climb, and the fallacy is solid.
Pingjin can't help it, and it is clumsy to perch!
Without a word, Zichi who can do otherwise. Eastern Jin Dynasty · Tao Qian, "In the Middle of the Twelve Months of the Year of Decay and from brother Jingyuan"
This is a poem sent by Tao Yuanming to his brother of the same clan. Tao Yuanming could have been an official, but he resigned and returned to the countryside, and many people expressed their incomprehension. There must always be a reason to suffer from this.
The reason given by Tao Yuanming is here.
It's another cold winter, it's going to be the New Year, here is the coldest evening wind, it snows all day, there is no sound of the city here, everywhere is white, the cold wind blows the sleeves, the home is very simple, I look at the snow in the sky, surrounded by vastness, not happy.
I have seen in the books of ancient times that there are always those who are strong and honest, who do not stick to their hearts.
Although I can't compare with them, I am willing to keep the poor and fulfill my wishes.
This is the reason why I don't want to go out and become an official. It's just that a lot of people don't know.
Tao Yuanming is a hermit, why is he hidden, saying that he loves Qiushan in nature, this is one aspect, another aspect, but also he has seen enough of the darkness and corruption of the Eastern Jin Dynasty officialdom, and used the self-suffering of ancient hermits to express his despair of reality.
In fact, Tao Yuanming has been closely observing the political changes in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, he is not ignorant of the world, but sincerely hopes that the Jin Dynasty will become better, such as his friend Pang Junjun, who may participate in the coup, but he writes poetry to wish him success and take care of his body.
It's just that the Eastern Jin Dynasty did not have an official ecology suitable for Tao Yuanming's achievements, but wrote about the poor and secluded residence with sound and color, so that future generations yearned for it.
"Anxious to wither in a hurry to water, read this wrapper in the night up.
Door no sleepers who speak, warm wine to pick the lamp to the wife.
Knowing that life expectancy is short and long, it is better to keep camping.
Look at Wei Kong and Qian Cui, four people died in half a month. "Don · Twenty-three poems of Bai Juyi and Wei Zhi, two of which and two of self-persuasion
There is an idiom in the twilight of the year, which is called the year of rapid scenery withering. Seen in this poem by Bai Juyi.
For example, Zhang Ailing talked about her middle-aged life in "Comparison", "Then time accelerates, faster and faster, faster and faster, the complicated strings are turned into the urgent pipes, and the rapid scenery withers are already in sight." A series of montages, followed by fading out. ”
This obviously refers to the rush of years devouring the years, and the life will pass quickly.
In Bai Juyi's poem of twilight nostalgia, the rapid flow of time and shadow let the year wither to the end, the years flow away like water as merciless and hasty, of course, in this poem, it obviously refers to the imminent passing of a year, but it also implies the meaning of short life.
At the end of the year, in the middle of the night, sensitive to the years and unable to sleep, the mood is dull, get up to cook hot wine, light the lights, and watch the wife and children asleep.
Why is Bai Juyi worried? Because in half a month, he left four friends, they did not pass the year, life stopped at the end of the year. Witnessing death is shocking and makes people rethink life and the meaning of life.
Some people live ignorantly and fearlessly, and some people leave forever.
For adults, desolation is greater than joy, which means that life will become shorter and shorter, and the variables of life can be encountered at any time.
But it is also the warm light of the human world, let people sigh and express nostalgia, continue to move forward, for the real face of the wife and children under the light, the friends who are still in the world. The coexistence of joy and sorrow is the real taste of the Adult New Year.
"The moon is like a fierce wave, and the frozen clouds want to break the cold roots."
Xie NuXue's poems are really singing. Incomparable,
Long causeway willows flew back and forth.
It is good to praise the amount of wine, and the wine is not to be sung.
This goes to youth are all paid. Hugh hopes.
Yaolin can be visited on the same day. "Song Dynasty Ouyang Xiu," Fisherman's Pride, The Moon Is Like a Raging Wave
It is to know that the years are merciless, life is a one-way ticket, so the feelings of the twilight are real, there is no need to suppress, after the expression of nostalgia, resign the old and welcome the new, life and life still have to continue, because there is the most moving warmth and human beauty in the world.
Ouyang Xiu's old twilight words, real atmosphere.
The time of the waxing moon is a turbulent wave, urging people to move forward, and it is another year to move forward.
The snow clouds in the cold winter are so unforgiving, the clouds are hanging in the wilderness, and the snowflakes are flying like willows.
The parting of the human world, just at this juncture of the turn of the years, how can it not be sad?
Come, let's drink well and remember youth, youth is gone. But the expression returns to the expression, we can't be too indulgent and look back, right?
Although the years are rushed, the friendship lasts forever. In two days, we will still have to walk on the snow to find plums, and we will always leave the most beautiful acquaintance and comfort in the years.
Ouyang Xiu's poems, atmospheric reality, deep and bright. I don't deny that the twilight brings people the sadness of the years, but I pay more attention to the way to crack it, that is, the eternal cold and warm friendship in this life.
The long rope can not tie the day, but it is not a rush to wither everywhere in life, the warmth of the world from ancient times to the present is the magic weapon to overcome the years and suffering, so the meaning of the year is to keep warm together, after recalling the past, after the sad years, is to calmly face the new future and spring.
Hatsuyoshi Katsuyuki interprets the love and beauty in the poems for you. Image from the web.